Born to Die

Born to Die Lyrics and
Music

The beautiful
words and lyrics of the cherished hymn begin with "And am I born to die? To lay this body down" as the first
line of the hymn. The words and lyrics of the "Born to Die"
hymn were written by its English author Charles Wesley. The
author of the hymn, Charles Wesley, was born on December 18, 1707 and died
on March 29, 1788. The love filled music that accompanies the
"Born to Die"
song of praise
was composed by William Henry Monk. The
composer of the music to the "Born to Die" hymn, William Henry Monk, was
born on March 16, 1823 and died on March 1, 1889. We have placed
"Born to Die" in the category of Christian Songs. Enjoy the edifying
lyrics of this popular Christian song and classic
church hymn.

Born to Die Hymn
Title: Born to Die *** Name
of Composer: William Henry Monk *** Name
Author / Writer of Lyrics:
Charles Wesley *** Hymns
Category: Christian Songs

Author of the Lyrics
The author of the inspirational
words of the "Born to Die" lyrics, Charles Wesley (December 18, 1707-March 29, 1788),
was born in Epworth, Lincolnshire, England and
achieved fame as a leader of the Methodist movement and his prolific hymn writing of over 6000 hymns.

Composer of Hymn MusicThe composer of the
music that accompanies the
words of "Born to Die", William Henry Monk ( March 16, 1823-March 1, 1889),
was born in London, England and
became famous as a singing teacher, musical director, musician and composer.

Information about the
HymnTitle of Hymn: Born to Die
Author of Lyrics (Hymnist): Charles Wesley (December 18, 1707
to March 29, 1788)
Nationality of Author:
English
Translator of the Hymn
lyrics: N/A Hymn written in English
Name of Composer of Music: William Henry Monk ( March 16, 1823 to
March 1, 1889)
Hymn Category: Christian Songs
First Line of Hymn: "And am I born to die? To lay this body down"
First Publication Date:
1763

Born to Die Lyrics

And am I born to die?To lay this body down?And must my trembling spirit flyInto a world unknown?

A land of deepest shade,Unpierced by human thought,The dreary regions of the dead,Where all things are forgot?

Soon as from earth I go,What will become of me?Eternal happiness or woeMust then my portion be:

Waked by the trumpet's sound,I from my grave shall rise,And see the Judge, with glory crowned,And see the flaming skies!

How shall I leave my tomb?With triumph or regret?A fearful or a joyful doom,A curse or blessing meet?